Chapter 951 – Divine Sword of the South (1)

 “I don’t understand what you’re saying.” The storyteller sighed and slowly sat down. “Sir, please leave if you don’t have anything to do here. I don’t know who you are, yet you’re disturbing my business. You’ve already scared off the guests who were listening to my stories.”

He could not help laughing bitterly as he spoke before he poured a cup of tea for himself.

However, unlike everyone else in the inn, the storyteller was the only person who did not panic upon seeing Ye Qingyu...